“Look, you’re a good dino, but you’ve made many mistakes.”
The Tonyfauci coughed in surprise.
“Many mistakes? Me? You’re saying I’ve made mistakes?”
The Tyrumposaurus’ accusation had stirred something within the Tonyfauci. Perhaps it was his backbone that in two seconds had grown six feet.
The Tyrumposaurus was on the road, stumping for the Judgeroymoore in Pepsicola Flats. The battle royale was only a few days away when the Bamahama dinos of Crimson Creek …